Story of time 

Today read a very touching article,recall me a deeper thinking about poverty. This is about the impact of rich girls on her life.

PA: Before I was 18, I didn’t know how the poor lived.
Have you ever had that kind of fantasy?
I am actually a rich second-generation, with tens of millions or even hundreds of millions of assets in my family. But my parents are afraid of spoiling me. In order to hone my will and exercise my ability, they have always acted as ordinary people. One day, they will tell me: “My child, in fact, our family is very rich. We will leave all of this property to you in the future.” Although it’s just a joke and a joke, no one will really be serious. But this seems, to some extent, reflects a kind of illusory desire of a class of people. And struggling in the reality of “poverty”, they are the children of poor families. The game between poor and rich educational concepts has never stopped. The original family influence theory extended from this has become more frequent and even widespread in recent years. I feel inferior because my parents taught me to be a human being with my tail caught in my mouth. I stinged because I was lack of material when I was a kid. I am sensitive because my family has no money, and I have learned to look at the faces of relatives since I was young. It seems that these are the constraints of the uniformity of poorly raised children after they grow up. Therefore, we are more and more accustomed to attributing our behavior, thinking, and even success or failure to our original family. He even often sighed helplessly: “This is the way I am in this life”. Can the “failure life” of poor raising children only be the destined ending? After being reborn in a “poor family”, letting his character and thinking grow wildly, he penetrates deeply into his bones. Is it an excuse for human laziness, or a compromise after exhausting efforts? What a surprising and self-deprecating difference between the children of the poor and the children of the rich, the minutiae that exist in the flesh and blood life. With these confusions, her sister interviewed two girls. Among them, one is a poor adopted daughter and the other is a rich adopted daughter.

My friends actually have clear short-term and long-term plans to engage in the financial industry or start their own businesses. Of course, I always knew what I wanted. I knew from a long time ago that I didn’t work before I was 30 years old. Because I want to work in the construction industry and do some academic research. Knowing that this requires entering the so-called society later than others. In addition to learning, it is also because I am always curious about the external world. I want to read more books and see more of the world. After all, after the age of 30, you may have to work for a long, long time. This is a story closer to most children. The so-called poor foster daughter is not an absolute lack of food and clothing. That is absolute poverty. The need for the mercy of heaven and the help of society is not the “poor support” we generalized today. The so-called poor foster daughter, in the whole growth process, often presents a difficult posture of jumping high, reaching out, and struggling to touch the heights. Struggling and hard work, it is a process of being stimulated and repairing oneself again.